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“Take a seat.” The vampire woman gestured to one of the deep, velvety armchairs that were oddly out of place in the sacristy of a church. Crosses, religious statues, old scriptures, everything that shouldn’t be in a vampire lair.
Sam hesitated in the doorway and shot a glance over her shoulder, back at the inside of the church.
The woman clicked her tongue. “Don’t bother, my guards will just detain you.”
“I suppose,” Sam muttered. Against her better judgement, she sat down opposite the woman, endlessly fiddling with her wedding ring. “Are you the vampire Master?”
“Catalina Gravita, at your service,” she said with a tone that made it clear she hadn’t served a day in her life. “Welcome to the C branch, Samantha Rain.”
“How do you know my name?” Samantha asked, stalling so she could
